Thalassa kept soothing herself that it was time to move on.

Staring into the mirror, she took in her pale reflection and her wretched face streaked with tears as a self-deprecating smile twisted her lips.

"Thalassa, it's been three years. Why are you still such a wreck? Why can't you live freely for yourself just like everyone else?" She said to herself. Yeah, living freely, not caring about anyone who didn't matter.

From now on, the only people who matter in her life would be her four kids and her aunt.

With some effort, Thalassa managed to adjust her emotions, wiping her face dry with a tissue before turning to leave the bathroom.

As she stepped out, she accidentally bumped into a wheelchair, losing her balance and instinctively lunging forward.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, trying to steady herself, only to lock eyes with Lysander's distinct, breathtakingly handsome face.

hitched, and she struggled to keep

only

the wheelchair and right into Lysander's arms. Her chest happened to crash right against his solid chest, her face against his, their noses bumping. Before she could even flinch

events was

with that familiar, intoxicating masculine scent that enveloped her, making her heart race so fiercely.

still pressed against his, she scrambled to get up, pushing against the wheelchair armrest in panic, "I'm so sorry,

tried to stand up in a frantic manner,

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

was in such a frenzy. Lysander's chiseled face

Life's not that easy, is it?" Lysander's voice, low and chilly, echoed in

hot breath on her sensitive ear made her shiver as she quickly explained, "No,

you couldn't see me?" Lysander's deep tone carried a hint of

hastily, "No, I was upset so

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